XVIILady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touchuntil you giveme suddenly a smile, shyly obscene(lady i willtouch you with my mind.)Touchyou, that is all, lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite carethe poem which i do not write.
E. E. CummingsAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 14, 1894
- Died: September 3, 1962
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